Sex Under A Vacant House - Poem by Cigar Aficionado
Torrents rain blindly flying air
crying in torrents hair matted
skull to face blanket used laid.
Light dim cracked features of
la ired trusses has slowed wind.
Discarded old food rotting in
boxes packed dirt ridge floor.
Bodies musky funk decimated
ode rs of prior use undistilled.
Back against wall wondering
not knowing many unwashed
acts desperation's released
shells spent bodies discarded
hulls adrft under these floors.
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